“Welcome. What kind of cocktail would you like today?”
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“Huh? You’re asking for the ‘Entertainment Room’ instead of a cocktail?… Yes, no problem. Please wait a moment.”
At the Girl Exhibition Hall, you can take a staff member you like into the Entertainment Room. There, you can enjoy some private time with the staff member you’ve chosen, all by yourselves, without worrying about prying eyes.
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“Um… you want me to soften my expression a bit more? I’m, I’m sorry. I’m not really good at showing my emotions on my face to begin with… Should I at least make a peace sign? …I-Is this how it looks?”
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“…I’m sorry. Actually, I don’t get called to the VIP lounge very often… I tend to be tied up at the bar most of the time. So, I’m a little nervous. …N-no. More than that, I’m actually looking forward to it. I’m sorry if that sounded misleading.”
The visitor hung a placard around the green-haired woman’s neck—the one she had been made to write herself a moment ago. Then, he began attaching electrodes to her body, one by one.
The sign reads, “I’m about to scream and faint—I’m going to come so hard I’ll die ♡.”
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“…This is the Orgasm Amplifier, isn’t it? It’s a torture device that amplifies orgasms dozens of times over. Well, I’ve never actually used it myself, but I’ve heard it’s incredibly powerful. With something like this, what’s written on that sign might very well come true.”
Once all the electrodes are attached, the visitor sets up the camera.
“…And you’re even going to film it, too. So you can compare how I look now with how I’ll look in a few hours? I-I see.”
And with that, preparations for the green-haired girl’s “Orgasm Execution” were complete.
“…No matter how much I apologize or scream and cry, I won’t be forgiven. Even if I pass out or lose consciousness, it absolutely won’t stop, will it? …Of course not. We staff members are nothing more than toys for our visitors. Please, tear me to pieces and enjoy yourself. I look forward to it.”